24 Karats - a snippet from a letter

It’s odd how people have bonds between them that are constantly being wrought and destroyed out of the metal of social interaction. I think of the connection between us being in the form of a torrent of gold threads, fragile yet pure and exquisite. Sometimes I feel the strings snap under tension and neglect, and other times I imagine that I throw one out to you or you to me, and it is like a life line which we weave into our memories and our hearts. Another figment of the time we spent together in harmony or chaos is embodied in 24 karats.

Second outfit of the weekend~ It’s me and the love of my life

SO these are mainly up for a friend, but hope you enjoy :D

This is why I was off the comp for so long >< Anime North was awesome <3

Shirlz: are you okay?
Me: what prompted that?
Her: you're never okay. I just wanted to make sure that you aren't super not okay.
This is sad but true xD

Out of all the things you can do to aggravate me, ignoring me is by far the thing that pisses me off the most, I dislike it even more than one word texts. I want to punch something… or more like someone -__- 

myfeelingsforyouthismoment:

I think I’m starting to get to infatuated with dee. Even the smallest conversation between him and me gets me giddy. Holy shit.

imscared.

I hate waking up early in the morning, at 4am there’s nothing much to do but stay in bed and think. And I already think too much.

chasingembers:

I only recently started listening to them, but La Dispute has definitely grown on me.

(Source: Spotify)

Strangers

If your civil tongue grows weary

And the page loses luster in its lore

Then let us be strangers once more.

Weeping Willow

Why do you mourn dearest willow? Your braches droop like her eyelashes, burdened by unshed diamonds. Has another fool regaled you with stories of forsaken love? Did he hang as low as you do now, with bitterness as his sap and rejection poisoning his roots? Or did you happen to see me muse as I often do, an unsightly mess of thoughts and tangled words.  

Gil: Hi Mr. Hemingway.
Ernest Hemingway: The assignment was to take the hill. There were four of us, five if you counted Vicente, but he had lost his hand when a grenade went off and couldn't fight as could when I first met him. And he was young and brave, and the hill was soggy from days of rain. And it sloped down toward a road and there were many German soldiers on the road. And the idea was to aim for the first group, and if our aim was true we could delay them.
Gil: Were you scared?
Ernest Hemingway: Of what?
Gil: Of getting killed.
Ernest Hemingway: You'll never write well if you fear dying. Do you?
Gil: Yeah, I do. I'd say probably, might be my greatest fear actually.
Ernest Hemingway: It's something all men before you have done, all men will do.
Gil: I know, I know.
Ernest Hemingway: Have you ever made love to a truly great woman?
Gil: Actually, my fiancé is pretty sexy.
Ernest Hemingway: And when you make love to her you feel true and beautiful passion. And you for at least that moment lose your fear of death.
Gil: No, that doesn't happen.
Ernest Hemingway: I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face like some rhino hunters I know, or Belmonte, who's truly brave. It is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds, until the return that it does to all men. And then you must make really good love again. Think about it.

Anonymous asked: it seems as if you are always down on your self... you are a beautiful person... dont let other people bring you down... they know not the real you... only you know who you are...

I’m not sure if I am, but thank you so much for your kind words. I’ll try to keep my chin up :)

I wish I was not so dull and dreary, so I must apologize to you for wasting your time with my unpleasant company